Brute was
not in a very good mood. While that wasn't exactly uncommon for him, this time he was feeling more than particularly agitated and snappish. It was evident in the way he held himself, in the tenseness between his broad shoulders and the fists curled at his sides, in the way his tail lashed and thrashed behind him, knocking students to the side as he stalked angrily down the hallways, a low growl trickling out of his throat.
He hated this place, this school, it's weeny whiny little students, and the very fact that he was even here. He should have stayed home, shouldn't have followed his weakling little brother, shouldn't have decided to
stay. Everyone here annoyed him! They were pathetic. He was strong. He was the mightiest!
With every negative thought came more tension, the veins popping in his neck until, finally, he exploded, with a loud snarl that tore from his throat, and a fist that sunk into a locker door with a horribly loud bang, the metal giving way to his fist and bending inward.
"I AM BRUTE!" He yelled, no,
screamed at the students in the near vicinity that all either gave him odd looks, glares, or hurried on about their business as quickly as they could, worried glances sent back his way.
Good. They could run. They
should run. Bunch of idiots. Nobody
understood.
He continued on his way, feeling slightly less tense, but not by much, when suddenly,
somebody was touching him.
Startled, briefly, and confused, he instinctively jerked away, eyes narrowing at the ghoul who he vaguely recognized from the Student Council nominees. Had she won her position? He didn't even know. He hadn't stuck around long enough, and he couldn't even remember her name, at this point. Couldn't even remember that he had, in fact, voted for her.
"I am Brute." He growled, and shrugged his shoulders, trying to show that he wasn't bothered, that he didn't
care, when in fact, he did care, a great deal.
